Inimical Fiend ©
by William W. Randolph III
Clawing at the windows of my soul
I'm afraid I'm giving in
Cause this thing that's been chasing me for so long
Refuses to let go
I've given up to it in the past
So it knows just how to find me
Does no good to turn away
It always gets the last laugh
All I ever really wanted...
Was to play the music...
Sing the songs
But this fiend that lives inside me...
Takes control...
And steers me wrong
Sinner...
Saint...
Martyr...
Psychopath...
Beating, bashing, breaking down
The walls that I've built up
I scream at the sky, "Why?"
As me knees hit the ground
It knows I'm in here, somewhere
So it's waiting...waiting...waiting
It wants to consume my very core
And leave me but a shell
All I ever really wanted...
Was to play the music...
Sing the songs
But this inimical bastard
Won't let me go
It has to have it all
Chorus 3X
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